A golden glow resembling a butterfly landed softly on Andy's forehead. Slowly, more of the golden butterflies landed on every part of Andy's now exposed body. Esthen had the blanket off him but he did not realise it as he was seriously feasting his eyes on the mountainous gloom. Then he saw tiger-like beast with big jaws and horns. At first he was scared , but he got to know that the animal was hurt and needed help. As they were getting closer to it, it fell unto the ground and transformed in a very beautiful lady. Andy shouted and Esthen also got frightened. They thought of running home without it but came back for it. They sent it to the nearby hospital and went home.
The next morning, they rushed to the hospiatal to check up on the lady, the saw Andy as his Master who had died a long time whiles saving her. This happened because of his hair and also is brave face but what she didn't know was that Andy was very stupid than she thought. She introduced herself saying she was called Marsiah. Her village was destroye
The sun had barely risen when Esthen appeared at the edge of the clearing, her silhouette sharp against the morning mist. She didn't speak—she never did before training. Her eyes did all the talking. Today would be hard.
I tightened the straps on my gloves, trying to steady my breath. Esthen moved like water—fluid, unpredictable. Her first strike came fast, a blur of motion that grazed my shoulder. I stumbled, but she didn't pause. That was her way: teach through pressure, not pity.
"Again," she said, voice low and firm.
We circled each other, the forest watching in silence. Every movement was a lesson. Every mistake, a bruise. But beneath the sweat and strain, I felt something else—trust. Esthen wasn't just training me to fight. She was preparing me for something bigger. Something I couldn't yet see.
By the time we stopped, the sun was high and my muscles screamed. Esthen handed me a flask of water and nodded. No praise. No critique. Just that look—the one that said, you're getting closer.
Would you like to add a flashback to Esthen's own training days, or maybe a moment of vulnerability between the characters?
d a 1000 yrs ago and she was Broug
The forest was quiet now, save for the rhythmic thud of my heartbeat in my ears. Esthen had disappeared into the trees after our session, as she always did—like a ghost slipping between worlds. I never asked where she went. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
I sat on a fallen log, replaying every move, every correction. Her voice echoed in my mind: "You're not fighting the opponent. You're fighting yourself." At the time, it sounded cryptic. Now, it felt like a warning.
A rustle behind me.
I turned sharply, fists clenched. But it was only a raven, perched on a low branch, watching me with unsettling stillness. Esthen said ravens were messengers. I wondered what message this one carried.
Then I saw it—tucked beneath the branch, a strip of cloth. Torn. Faded. The same shade as Esthen's training robe.
I stood slowly, unease creeping up my spine. She never left anything behind. Not unless she wanted it found.
Would you like to shift the perspective to Esthen next, or build suspense with a sudden interruption—maybe someone else enters the forest?
ht into this world through the same portal .
They were stunned .